Every sound seemed to echo in Five's head as he walked through the halls of the Commission. Today was the day. He had just received the kill order for a certain president. He just had one more step, right before he finished his calculations and made it home.

He walked into the room lined with desks equal distance from each other. He drummed his fingers on your desk, lifting one leg to lean against the surface slightly. “Morning, sugar.”

“I know you’re missing your morning coffee, but you can have all the coffee you want where we going, hm?” He started with little regard for your confusion. “I just need you to do me a tiny favor. Come with me on a little excursion.”